Wearied soul and half broken hopes
Events of much wasted loyalty
And less masted trusts
Small circle of friends or none at all
But harbors a whole country at heart
The heavy AK47 and a chain of bullets
Are his new family and companions.
He sacrificed his life the day he stepped foot there
Signing his own death rite
Hopes of seeing his folks again uncharted
Mysteries lying ahead unrevealed
His heart he holds in his hands
Ready to give in any time
Sacrificing his single life for the lives of billions.
This lone soul
Wallowing out there in the cold
Guarding the billions in the comforts of their homes
Hardship is his daily bread
His wages so wee
Uncountable are the times he lays on empty guts
But he endures anyway.
The adversary is always awake
Always ready to strike
He clutches his riffle to fight for the billions
But only gets blown up in pieces
And just like that a hero falls
Never to rise again to witness the sunshine
His hardship life ends up in pain
But I hope above he gets a perfect place to rest
His fight worth more than a standing ovation
His effort worth more than a coronet
But a garland on his life I bestow
I celebrate him
The soldier.
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